The night hides things. Things that are, things that will be and some things...that should not be. Moonlight washes the streets in a pale eerie glow, drenching the cheerful houses in melancholy attire. Slivers of leaden clouds trace the sky in lazy arcs; a man surveys this through lifeless eyes. The brilliancy of their color takes in the natural world, asleep, in peace, a peace he doesn't feel.
She walks up quietly behind him. Doesn't touch him, though she longs to. He senses her, but doesn't turn around. The night cloaks her petite figure, softens the edges of the blue pajamas making it seem as though it were a minuscule blue sea she was in. They do not touch; his deathly white hands hang at his sides, palms facing her. She sees the faint lines, lifelines marring the perfect skin and smiles, lifelines, as if he had a life. As if he were alive.
Because it was quiet, he hears her heart hammering. Pounding in her chest. He wonders if she's afraid. He wonders what she would do if he would turn on her now. Would she scream like all the rest? Or would she lie down and die silently? Reapproach in her eyes. It does not matter. For he will not do it. He clenches his fist, then relaxes. The moon is veiled now, it will not expose their secret.
She knows their time is almost up. Knows the minutes tick by like grains falling from an hourglass. Once...just once, she thinks. She goes around, standing before him, the top of her head level with his chest. He doesn't look at her, turns his face away as if the sight of her disgusts him somehow. But she knows that isn't true. He wouldn't be there if that was so.
Carefully, does she reach up, her hands tentatively resting on the sides of his face. He looks at her then, his stare flat. She knows what he is going to say and doesn't want to hear it. She seals his lips, with a kiss that can't be called that for a kiss is willing. His mouth is hard and firm, his jaw not opening. She merely presses her lips against his for a minute then lets go. Disappointed.
He doesn't want her the way she wants him.
He sees the confused hurt in her eyes as they part. He knows why but chooses not to remedy it. He doesn't care if she's saddened...he thinks it's better this way. He'll be in her thoughts more.
~~~Finis~~~
A/N: don't own Bleach. Meh, I was bored and this is what came out...sorry. Ahem, reviews are appreciated!